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   "text": "Hello young readers, I am the heroine of these children’s books, and I am 8 years old! These stories are from my life and I have told them to my parents. My parents have created these books so that I can share my adventures with you. I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I enjoyed living them. Remember, just like me, you are special and can do amazing things. And always remember, your parents love you very much. With love and adventure, Yours Whyia",
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   "text": "Today Whyia woke up, stretched, smiled, and thought: “Why?…",
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   "text": "In spring, why is there too much water in the river? Why, after the hot summer, is the river almost empty?”",
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   "text": "Whyia decided to fi nd the answer! She even left the house without breakfast. “I’ll eat it later!” she said:",
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   "text": "“Look at me, here I stand! Not a girl, but a streamlet instead!”— Whyia said as she turned into a small streamlet.",
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   "text": "“Hey, I’m Whyia. Would you talk to me for a while?”",
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   "text": "Whyia asked the great river that fl owed through the forest.",
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   "text": "“Whyia?” The river was surprised. “Do you know that your name is very special? It means ‘one who asks many questions’. You are always curious and eager to learn; that is why everyone calls you Whyia. Am I right?”",
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   "text": "Whyia was delighted to learn the meaning of her name. “What is your name, great river?” she asked.",
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   "text": "he great river chuckled and replied, “I have many names, little Whyia. Some people call me the Great River; others call me the Mighty River or the Life-Giving River.",
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   "text": "But no matter what people call me, I’m always here, fl owing through the forest and bringing life to all who live along my banks.”",
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   "text": "“Would you give me the answer to this question? I need answers the most in my life! Why is it that you",
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   "text": "have so much water in the spring, but in the hot summer, you have so little?”",
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   "text": "he great river chuckled and replied, “Ah, little Whyia, that is a very good question. You see, in the spring, the snow and ice in the mountains begin to melt.",
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   "text": "All that melted water fl ows down into the rivers, fi lling them up and making them much larger and more powerful.",
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   "text": "But in the hot summer, the sun shines brightly, and the air is warm. The water in the river begins to turn into air, into steam that rises up into the sky.",
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   "text": "That’s why the river has less water in the summer because some of it has turned into steam and fl oated away.”",
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   "text": "Whyia was amazed by this explanation, and she thanked the great river for answering her question. She said, “Look at me; here I stand! Not a streamlet, but a girl instead!”",
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   "text": "And, voila, she turned back into a girl and returned home.",
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   "text": "t breakfast that morning, Whyia told her mother the story of how she had become a streamlet.",
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   "text": "Her mother listened with wide eyes and a look of amazement on her face.",
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   "text": "“That is the most incredible story I have ever heard,” she said when Whyia had fi nished. “I can’t believe that you were actually a streamlet!",
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   "text": "But I’m so glad that you are back to being my little girl again.”",
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   "text": "Whyia smiled and nodded, still feeling a bit bewildered by everything that had happened. But she was happy to be back with her mother again.",
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   "text": "nd now she knew the new question would be a new turning! That’s her way. And her mom would be listening to her stories forever more.",
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